Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Whodini,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.